Nature vs. Nurture
Chapter One: A Baby Of My Own
Fitz sat in his living room, drinking his beer and waiting for his wife to come home. He was dreading the moment she did, because that meant no more hiding, and no more pretending that he was okay and that they were okay. He was gonna have to tell his wife the truth. He knew it would hurt her, even destroy her, but he still had to.
Fitz picked up the picture the agency sent of the baby they were supposed to be adopting. The mother had just given birth a few weeks ago, and decided to give the baby up for adoption. Fitz had been through this before, they both had. Her name was Haiven Kluwer, and Fitz and Olivia were supposed to adopt her son. They had been through interviews and home visits and more interviews, before Haiven finally decided that she was comfortable giving her baby to Fitz and Olivia. This all changed, when Haiven's mother visited them at the hospital. Fitz would never forget the sound of Olivia's crying and pleading as she begged Haiven to change her mind. Fitz hated having to see her like that, and here they were again about to go down the same road.
Fitz sighed, and took another swig of his beer. It was a cute kid, he would definitely break some hearts one day. But this wasn't what Fitz wanted. He wasn't what Fitz wanted.
The sound of the side door to the kitchen opening, made Fitz drop the picture. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, waiting for Olivia to come find him.
"Hey babe?" He heard her calling out his name, and the rustling of grocery bags. "Sweetheart you home?"
"Living room." Fitz responded, and heard her heels change direction towards the living room.
"There you are. What are you doing in the dark?" Olivia flipped on the lights, unaware of her husband's weariness. "I'm sorry I'm late, I got held up with a patient, ended up having to put him on a 72 hour psych hold. I picked up dinner though, takeout from Luigi's, and while I was waiting I stopped by little store across the street and look what I found." Olivia pulled a little outfit out of the bag she had been wrestling with since she walked in. "Isn't it the cutest thing?"
"Liv we need to talk."
"Fitz?" Olivia questioned, finally noticing the uneasiness in his face. "What's wrong?"
"I need to talk to you about this." Fitz said very vaguely.
"This? What is this?"
"This Olivia! That!" Fitz shouted, making Olivia jump a little at the sudden outburst. "Him!" Fitz picked up the picture of the baby, and flipped it in Olivia's face.
"Him? Why are you talking like that? That's our son."
"He is not our son."
"Well maybe not now, but once the adoption goes through he will be."
"He will never be our son." Fitz spoke in a menacing tone. He didn't mean to get upset, but when she kept going on and on about the baby and clothes, he lost it.
"Fitz how could you say that? Of course he will be our son."
"No Olivia, I did not create that child, he didn't come from me and you."
"That doesn't matter Fitz. Family is not only based on biology."
"I don't want this child Olivia." Fitz said plainly.
"Fitz- How could you say something like that, when you have an adopted sister?"
"That was my parents' choice to adopt her. Yes I love my sister and yes my parents love her dearly, but that doesn't mean I can do the same. My parents had a choice to adopt. They had a biological child and then they adopted my sister. But you, you're not even giving me the chance to have a child of my own before we even consider adoption."
"I have tried to give you a child and you know it, and it didn't work. Now this is the only way we are going to have kids."
"I want a child of my own."
"But you know I can't give you that."
"Yeah I know."
Olivia was a little taken back by the harshness in his tone. Where was all this coming from? She thought he was thrilled about becoming a father. She knew how much he wanted kids, so she thought he would be thrilled about adopting. With the pause in the conversation, Olivia took the time to really check her surroundings. Her eyes set on a couple of packed bags by the living room entrance. She hadn't noticed them before. "What the hell is that?"
"Olivia this isn't working for me."
"Excuse me?"
"This isn't working. When we met Olivia all we talked about was the family we were gonna have. Our jobs and house and the kids you promised me."
"Yes, and we will have all three."
"No! We have two. We have the perfect jobs and the dream house, but now you're trying to pass someone else's kid off as ours."
"Fitz it's not passing him off, he would be ours!" Olivia felt a single tear fall down her cheek. "Fitz if I could give you the child you always wanted, you know I would. I've been trying for eight years to give you a child. I'm sorry Fitz but I can't. I am incapable of birthing you children."
"I wish you could."
Olivia now had a stream of silent tears running down her face. Is this really happening? Is my husband really leaving me because I can't have kids? "How long have you felt this way?"
"Ever since you lost the first one." Fitz said in an accusatory tone, as if it was all her fault that she miscarried. "Ever since the doctor told us there was something wrong with you."
Olivia scoffed. "I'm not a defective toy Fitzgerald."
"Basically."
Olivia felt her emotions getting the best of her again, and she willed herself to calm down. "Why are you bags packed?" Fitz stared at her, not wanting to respond to her. "Why are you fucking bags packed Fitzgerald?!"
"Olivia, I just can't do this anymore! I didn't sign up for this. I didn't sign up for infertility treatments and adoptions. I wanted kids with you, I want the kids you said we'd have."
"What am I your fucking human incubator? What you married me just for my eggs? Because I married you because you were the love of my life." Olivia began crying again, but now they were angry tears. "Because I loved you and you made me happy and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you Fitz. So now ten years later you decide that you're just done, that you don't want to be with me anymore." Olivia paused, waiting for a response that never came. "So you're just gonna leave me because I can't have children?"
"Olivia it's… its more than that."
"Oh really? Great! Then enlighten me Fitz. Did you not like my cooking? Was I too much of a nag? Is the sex not what it used to be? Did you meet someone else, or did you suddenly just fall out of love with me? Help me understand Fitz, because right now it seems like you're leaving because I can't have kids. You're leaving me because of something that I cannot control, that neither of us can control. And that is not fair Fitz."
"Liv-"
"Did you ever think about if the situation was reversed? That maybe you were the one with the problem. How would you feel if the roles were switched and you were the one who came home to your wife with her bags packed? Here you are thinking your life and marriage is great and steady all the while your partner is plotting his escape."
"Olivia I want a family."
"You are my family Fitz! With or without kids, you are my family! I was supposed to be yours! Would you have even married me if you'd known that I couldn't give you kids?"
Fitz didn't answer, just put his head down. It was hard to answer that question. Yes he loved Olivia, yes he wanted to be with her. But all his life all he wanted was a family. A wife and their perfect children. His love of children was the very reason for his profession of choice. And when they found out that Olivia might not ever carry a child to full term, his dreams quickly vanished.
"Wow." Olivia whispered more to herself, after Fitz didn't answer. "And here I thought you married me because you loved me."
Fitz didn't say anything. He hung his head as he went to grab his suitcases never looking back to Olivia. "I'm sorry Olivia. But I just… I can't raise another man's child." Fitz took his other bag, and quietly walked out the door.
Only when Olivia heard his car door shut and drive away, did she fall to the floor in tears. How did this happen? How did her day start off so great, and end with her marriage falling apart. How could he just walk away after ten years and all that they had been through? For ten years she had loved him through the good and bad. Her love for him was unconditional. But know she knew, that maybe his love for her wasn't the same unconditional love she gave him.
Four weeks later, she was served with the divorce papers, and Olivia never did get that son that made her husband walk away.
Present, Two years later
Olivia was in a daze, sitting in her white leather desk chair. She was absentmindedly moving the wooden stick around in the sand in her Zen garden on her desk. She had been sitting there day dreaming for the past… she didn't even know how long. She had come in this morning, rechecked her schedule prepped for all her appointments, and then sat down to wait for her first patient to come.
Olivia was the owner/ founder and one of the psychiatrists at Pope and Associates Medical Center. Four years of undergrad and medical school after paid off. Though sometimes she really wished she did something else for a living. But other times she couldn't dream of being anything more than the kick ass take no prisoner badass that she was.
But today was not one of those days. Today she was not a badass. No today she was the lonely divorced woman who sat around in her office thinking about her ex-husband, and just like every other time before, it was always the same daydream. The last time she spoke to him, the last time she spoke to him before he walked out her life. Their divorce wasn't messy, they both left with what they came in with and Olivia got the house. It was as amicable as divorces get. Olivia didn't want to go on and on and drown things out just to make a show. She was in no habit of keeping things that didn't want to be kept. Nor did she stay in relationships where her love was not being reciprocated. Fitz wanted out, so she let him out. She was done.
So why two years later, after her divorce has been finalized did she still sit in her office dreaming about him. Thinking about him. Missing him. She knew she could never stop loving him, but dammit could she at least get over him?
"Liv?"
Olivia almost jumped out of her seat, at someone calling her name. She hadn't even realized that someone had come in her office. "Oh Katie, you scared the hell out of me."
"You okay Liv?"
"Yeah yeah, why do you ask?"
"Because I've been standing here for like five minutes calling your name, and you just kept starring at that sand box."
"Zen garden." Olivia corrected. Olivia had two of them in her office. One on her desk and another on the coffee table in her office for her clients to use. She found them extremely relaxing and most of her clients did so as well. "I'm fine Kate really, just something on my mind."
"Okay, well I just wanted to come see what the holdup was. Jennifer Jones has been in the lobby for the past fifteen minutes waiting."
Olivia hoped out of her seat, she completely forgot about Jennifer. "Oh shit I forgot. Where the hell is Becky? I swear that lazy, good for nothing is fired. I will never get a temp from that agency again."
"Yeah well good luck, it looks like she took her boyfriend back and once again."
Olivia rolled her eyes. Jennifer was not one of her easy patients. Olivia was only treating her for mild depression, but Jennifer had this boyfriend that was no good. Olivia quickly discovered that she was just afraid of being alone and she had low self-esteem, which is why she kept going back to him time after time. Dennis was an emotional abuser, who preyed on the weak. He had never hit her before, but Olivia knew he would soon escalate from emotional to physical abuse. So obviously her boyfriend was not at all healthy for Jennifer's depression, so that just made Olivia's job that much harder. Thank you Dennis.
Olivia grabbed one of the mini Chick-o-sticks from the glass bowl on her desk, she was obsessed with Chick-o-sticks, and made sure to keep a bowl full of them on her desk at work and at home. She took the wrapper off, and popped it into her mouth, before walking out to the lobby.
"Doctor Grant, your twelve thirty is here."
"Thank you Lauren." Fitz replied over his intercom. Fitzgerald Grant was one of the top five pediatric surgeons in the country. He spent most of his time at the hospital, but he also owned his own practice with several other doctors as well. Fitz was very proud of his accomplishments. He had exceeded in every aspect of his professional life. He just wished he had someone to share it with. Well he did, but he got rid of it two years ago and he had been paying for it ever since. When he left Olivia because he wanted kids, he thought they he would find someone else. Someone that could give him kids. Well finding that woman wasn't hard, but finding a woman just like Olivia was damn near impossible. He tried not to, but every woman Fitz met he found himself comparing her to Olivia. And in the end none of them could compare to Olivia. It didn't look like he would be getting a child without Olivia either.
"Vivian, hello how are you." Fitz greeted his next patient's mother.
"I'm doing just fine thank you."
"And how are you Caroline?" Fitz smiled at the three year old on the exam table. He had met Caroline three months ago, when her mother brought her to the hospital because her daughter had collapsed on the playground. The doctor ended up finding a golf ball sized tumor on her temporal lobe. Initially he told Vivian that the tumor was inoperable, but she got a second opinion. That was when Fitz met Vivian and Caroline. Fitz determined that her tumor was operable, but risky. Feeling confident in Fitz's ability to save her daughter, Vivian gave permission for the surgery. Ten hours in surgery, and Fitz had completely removed the tumor form Caroline. She gave them a couple of scares during surgery, but they were able to revive her. And now three months later, she was doing even better.
"She's doing great thanks to you. She's even beginning to talk again." Vivian said happily, she would forever be in debt to Doctor Grant. "She said daddy yesterday. You should've seen my husband, his face lit up like the fourth of July. He was so excited that he literally called out of work and spent the entire day trying to coax her to say it again."
"That's amazing, how's her physical therapy doing?" Fitz asked, as he began his examination. The little girl squirmed a little when Fitz checked her ears, but he gave her his stethoscope and she immediately calmed down, fascinated by the new shiny object.
"It's going well." The woman sighed. "It tires her out, and she sleeps for almost half the day afterwards. But she's making some great progress."
"Good good. She still having those headaches?"
"Yes, but they're not as frequent. And they're not as severe now."
"Great, and she's looking good. I don't see any major problems with her checkup. And I got the scans back from the lab and looked it over, and it looks like her tumor has not returned."
Vivian jumped and made a cute little squeal. "That's wonderful. You hear that monkey?" Vivian pinched Caroline's cheeks and the little girl laughed. This was why Fitz did what he did. Just so he could put that smile on his patient's faces. If her mother hadn't gotten a second opinion, her daughter wouldn't be here today. Fitz would work his job for free if it meant he could put that smile on Caroline's face again.
"Thank you so much Doctor Grant." Vivian hugged Fitz tight.
"You welcome, but no thanks needed. Just doing my job. So, I want to see you again in another two months. But in the meantime, I want you to set up an appointment with this man. He's a brain specialist and he specializes with children you'll love him." Fitz handed Vivian and piece of paper with the doctor's info on it. "Now I don't see anything, but I want you to double check with him to make sure that there's not any permanent damages done from either the tumor or the surgery. Alright, I'll see you two months."
"Fitz hey, wait up."
"Hey Stephen what's up?" Stephen was one of Fitz's doctors at the practice and his best friend. Fitz met Stephen in college, they were roommates and played football together. And since they were both premed, they had a lot of classes together. The two grew close very quickly, and their friendship continued on into their adult life after college as well. Stephen was even best man at Fitz wedding. And after Stephen moved back from Seattle, Fitz offered Stephen a job at his practice. Not because he was his friend, but because after Fitz, Stephen was the best.
"Hey look, Abby wanted to me to double check with all the grooms that they were ready for the wedding rehearsal tomorrow." Stephen rolled his eyes, because he had assured his bridezilla that everything was set and everyone had already confirmed they could make it. But Abby being Abby, just had to double and triple check everything.
Fitz laughed, knowing how much of a pain Abby could be. He loved Abby, he did, but she wasn't always a joy to be around. "Yes, you can tell your soon-to-be wife that I will be there. I am the best man after all."
"Yeah, and I told her that, but you know how she is. I would hate to see how she is when she's planning someone else's wedding, if this is how she does her own."
"You guys should've just hired a wedding planner."
"And you think that Abby would've gone along with that? Fitz that's what she does for a living, she plans weddings every day. Miss all mighty, would not have called someone else to do the job she gets paid to do."
"Yeah I guess you're right. Even if you had hired someone, Abby would still be running the show. They'd be butting heads constantly."
"Which is why I'm giving her anything she wants."
"Smart move."
Stephen shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "So… you know Olivia is gonna be there tomorrow right."
Fitz sat quiet for a moment. Yes he remembered. It was all he thought about since Stephen and Abby announced they were getting married. Stephen asked Fitz to be his best man and Fitz knew Abby would ask Olivia to be her maid of honor. They had been best friends since they were eight, of course she was gonna choose Olivia. But that also meant that for the first time in two years, Fitz was gonna be in the same space as his ex-wife. For the first time in two year, he was actually going to talk to her. He was nervous, how would she react seeing him? After all this time did she still hate him? Did she think about him as much as he's thought about her the past two years? Sure they had seen each other from time to time. They both had the same friends, so they were bound to run into each other eventually. But whenever they did, Olivia avoided him at all cost, or either she just left. She had left plenty of parties early, just because Fitz was there.
"Yeah, I know. It was kind of an obvious choice that Abby asked her to be her maid of honor."
"Yeah well I'm just reminding you. Mainly because Abby told me to tell you that if you do anything to upset Olivia, that she'll personally kick your ass." Fitz rolled his eyes. "Hey you know she loves you too, but Olivia is like a sister to her. Olivia would do anything for Abby, and Abby is the same."
"Yeah I know."
"Well I'm just asking you to not start anything with Olivia. I know you guys split amicably, but you haven't spoken to her in two years. Maybe there was a reason for that. Who knows what type of pent up resentment she has for you. All holy hell could break loose if she ever talks to you again."
"Stephen I will not ruin Abby's wedding rehearsal okay."
"That's all I needed to hear."
"Great! Now you can get out of my office and tell Abby to chill the hell out."
"Oh there she is." Abby said, as Olivia walked over to their table. She and her other brides mates Quinn and Erika, had been waiting for Olivia to show up to their weekly lunch. Erika was Fitz's adopted little sister, and overtime she and Olivia had bonded after Olivia and Fitz started dating, and their relationship stayed intact even after they divorced. Erika always thought of Olivia as the bigger sister she never had, they were practically twins, they looked so much alike. And Quinn they met through Huck. Huck, Fitz and Stephen have all been good friends for a very long time, and when Huck started dating Quinn, and later on married, she quickly became one of the group. They were about to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary, and their four year old daughter was turning five in just a week and a half. It was a busy month, so many things happening for Liv's friends. So many events to attend. All of which, she would no doubt run into Fitz more than once.
"Hey Liv what took you so long." Abby asked, pulling Olivia from her thoughts.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Olivia apologized and quickly walked over to their table. She ignored the stares she got from the waiter as she walked by. It was the same every week, she ate at this restaurant frequently and he always seemed to admire her every time. This time he was enjoying the way her black, tight, knee length skirt clung to her like a second skin. The way her hips moved in rhythm as she moved, her stiletto clad feet clicking on the tile. He almost dropped his drink orders when she bent over to kiss and greet each of her friends. He had to force himself to not stare when she sat down and pulled off her suit jacket. She had on a halter top blouse, exposing her entire back. And when she crossed her legs he got a glimpse of her black stockings and a peak at the strap of her garter belt. Damn she was so sexy. Just the type of woman he wanted but knew he would never get. A classy business woman, that knew how to make a man go wild.
"Where you been Liv? We were about to send a search party."
"I'm sorry, I had a rather difficult patient today." Olivia pulled the pin out of her hair, and let her curls fall loose. "I need a drink." Olivia motioned to the waiter to come by. Not a second later, the boy was walking over to their table with a drink on his tray.
"One Manhattan straight up, no ice, for the lady." He sat the drink down in front of Olivia. He started making her drink the moment he saw her come in, he knew she would order one. She always did, every time she came in that was what she ordered, it never failed.
"Thank you Joshua. I knew there was a reason you were my favorite."
"No problem ma'am. Can I get you ladies anything else?"
"Yeah. We'll have a refill, and she'll have another ice tea." Erika said. She and Abby were both drinking cosmos, while Quinn was drinking ice tea because she was now almost seven months pregnant.
"So ladies as you all know, my wedding is in T minus eight weeks! And you all know the rehearsal is tomorrow. This was the only time the pastor could do the rehearsal, I guess he's gonna be busy for the next eight weeks. He's going on some mission trip to some foreign whatever, and he won't be back until the day before the wedding. I swear if he wasn't Stephen's family pastor."
"Just be glad he agreed to perform the wedding Abby." Erika said. "Not a lot of people would agree to officiate a wedding hours after getting off a red eye flight."
Abby rolled her eyes, "Anyway, tomorrow twelve sharp and you all had better be there and on time Liv."
"Abby I said I was coming, and I will try to not be that late." Olivia teased, but she was halfway truthful.
"Olivia!" Abby whined, and the other ladies all laughed at her. "Olivia I'm serous. You're always late, you better not be late to my wedding." Olivia laughed, and rolled her eyes. "And you better not have that baby before or during my wedding." She said to Quinn next. "I want all the attention for the next eight weeks, and on my wedding day."
Quinn laughed, her belly moving every time. "Abby I promise to not have this baby before or during your wedding."
"You can't have it when I'm on my honeymoon either. I want to be there when little Jackson gets here."
"Now that I can't promise, but I will certainly try."
"Good. Now back to business. Next Saturday, we have another fitting with the dress maker okay. And Olivia did you make sure the flowers were fixed."
"Yes, I went by the floral shop myself and made sure they took the chrysanthemums from the flower arrangement. And the ribbons on your bouquet are all white and burnt orange not orange and the bride mates are all white."
"And yours?"
"All burnt orange." Olivia smiled easing some of Abby's tension. Truth be told, she would be glad when this wedding was over so Abby could go back to planning other people's weddings. She was a lot less tense.
"Abby take a breath okay, everything will turn out perfect." Erika assured her.
"I know, but I just won't be able to calm down until I'm on a beach in South America." Abby thanked the waiter as he sat down her drink in front of her. Olivia hadn't even realized that she'd finished her drink, until Josh sat a fresh glass in front of her and took the empty one with him.
"You okay Liv?" Quinn asked, after Olivia took a big sip of her drink, drinking almost half of it.
"Yeah I'm fine." Olivia responded, hoping she'd drop it. But knowing her friends, even if she did drop it someone else would just bring it right back up.
"You sure?"
"This wouldn't have anything to do with you seeing Fitz tomorrow does it?" Abby asked, knowing that it was part of the reason if not all.
"No. Well not entirely, I mean it will be weird seeing him after all this time and not being able to run away. But I'm good about that. I forgave Fitz a long time ago. I still get sad from time to time thinking about him, but who wouldn't."
"So what's wrong? You've been a little distracted all week."
"I met with this lady from the adoption agency Monday." Olivia announced. She could tell her friends were shocked, as far as they knew, Olivia had put a break on trying to get a kid. They didn't know she had started back looking.
"I didn't know you had started back looking." Erika said.
"Yeah, a couple of months ago I got back in touch with them. I met with a couple of mothers already and it looks hopeful. My agent is hopeful that I may get a baby within the next couple months."
"Oh my God! Liv that's great!" Erika shouted. "I'm so happy for you, I know how long you've wanted this."
"Are you sure about this Liv?" Abby asked. She knew she was putting a damper on the happy mood, but she had to ask.
"Yes Abby I am."
"Because now you don't have Fitz. When you first started looking into adoption, you weren't planning on being a single mother."
"Yes Abby I know all of this, thank you so much for reminding me." Olivia spat. "And what does Fitz have anything to do with it? He didn't want a baby anyway. I don't need him or any man to raise a baby."
"I know Olivia, and I'm not trying to get you upset either. I'm happy for you I am, you know I am. But I just don't want you to get your hopes up and things don't turn out the way you had hoped." Everyone knew what she was referring to, she was just the only one who was willing to say something. "I just don't want to see you get hurt like with what happened with Haiven."
"Abby-" Olivia really didn't want to talk about this. All she wanted was a congratulations.
"I don't want to see you get your heart broken for a second time over this Liv. I'm only saying this because I love you Liv."
"I know Abby, but can we please not do this right now? I don't want to talk about that, nor anything that happened in the past. This is a good thing. I haven't even met any babies yet, so there is no one for me to fall in love with yet. Just please drop it. All I want is a congratulations." For a psychiatrist, Olivia didn't like talking about problems all that much.
"Okay." Abby agreed. "But just so you know, whenever you do get a baby I expect to be godmother to him or her, since Olivia and Erika already have the first two." Olivia laughed, dabbing the couple of unshed tears at her eyes.
"And you will never be a single mother Liv. Your kid is going to have four mommies, because you know we got your back." Quinn said, and Erika and Abby both agreed.
"Thank you guys." Olivia dabbed the last tears from her eyes, making sure to not ruin her makeup. "Okay enough of this mushy crap. Let's talk about talk about something more important like Erika's love life."
"Uh let's not." Erika's face grew three shades of red.
"Oh come on Erika, how are you and Harrison doing?" Abby asked, not completely interested in the woman's sex life. Harrison was one of Stephen's old co-workers, and they kept in touch even after Stephen took another job. The ladies had only met him a few times, but he seemed friendly enough.
"It's going."
"Going where? You know he's one of Stephen's groomsmen don't you."
"Yeah I know."
"Good, I'll make sure he's the one escorting you in."
"Awe look how she blushes." Quinn pinched Erika's cheeks and they all had a laugh on Erika's expense. They loved to tease her, it was harmless. She was just too easy to embarrass. She was the only shy one of the group.
"So now that we've effectively embarrassed Erika. Olivia."
Olivia looked at her friends confused. "Olivia what?"
"Oh don't play dumb now. I heard that that fine ass professor finally asked you out." Abby said.
"Yeah, and who told you that."
"Tanya from the gym. You know she tells everyone else's business, because she ain't got none of her own."
"Ooh Liv do tell." Erika said, glad the focus was off of her and on to Liv.
"Well as miss motor mouth over here said, a guy from the gym asked me out. We kept bumping into each other and he'd been flirting with me pretty shamelessly for about two months now, and he finally got up the courage to ask me out a few weeks ago. We've been on quite a few dates, and so far they've been really good."
"So what's his name?"
"Blair." Olivia smiled. "Blair Underwood." Saying it out loud, made her giggled just like she had the first time he told her his name.
Quinn was the first to say something. "Really? Blair Underwood? Like Blair Underwood the actor."
"I know." Olivia laughed again. "I know, I thought he was messing with me when he first told me his name. But no, Blair Underwood is his real name. And trust me baby it fits."
"Oh really, so what does Mr. Underwood look like?"
Olivia thought for a second, before leaning into the table. She spoke in a quiet tone. "A mash up of Michael Ealy and Boris Kodjoe, but with dark chocolate skin."
"God I hate you!" Quinn smacked Olivia on the arm as the rest of the ladies laughed.
"Quinn you have an entire husband at home! One who I'm pretty sure would not appreciate you drooling over men you don't even know."
"Whatever. I love my husband okay. But Huck is no Boris, and he certainly isn't Michael Ealy."
"So when are the two of you going out again Liv?"
"Uh tomorrow actually, which is why I'm gonna have to leave your rehearsal dinner a little early tomorrow Abby."
"Liv." Abby whined, not liking the sound of that at all.
"I know, but I won't have to leave until like right after the dinner or maybe before dessert."
Abby groaned, "Fine, I guess its okay for you to ditch me. Who am I to stand in the way of your love connection? Where's lover boy taking you anyway?"
"There's this great hole in the wall place downtown called Savoy. It's this lounge with live music, dancing and great food. I've been meaning to go there for a while."
"Well here's to Liv and her new growing romance." The ladies all held up their glasses and cheered Liv some luck. They sat and talked for about another hour, before they decided to head home.
"So Liv, about this new guy you've been dating. Does this mean you're over Fitz now?"
Olivia sighed into her phone as she ran her bath water. Abby had called her when she got home, because she remembered something about the wedding planning that she forgot to mention earlier.
"I don't know Abby. I mean in a way, I will never be over Fitz. He was the first man I ever truly loved you know. He and I shared a connection that I have never had with anyone before, and probably never will. And even though our marriage wasn't exactly ideal, I will always love him. But eventually I had to move on."
"So you finally forgave him then?"
"I forgave Fitz a long time ago. I was holding onto so much from the past, and I still am. But that is not one of them. I'm not gonna hold a grudge against him for being honest with me, no matter how much it hurt. I'm getting on with my life, taking the next step. And Blair is that next step." Olivia sprinkled some bath salt into her water, "Speaking of which, is it too late for me to add a plus one to my wedding invitation?"
"For you, I suppose it isn't."
"Great."
"So, since you guys seem to be getting a little serious. Are you gonna tell him about you trying to adopt a baby?"
"I kind of already did."
"What?!" Abby asked shockingly. She thought Olivia would've waited until much later to tell Blair. "What did he say?"
"He was a little put off at first, I could tell. But then he sort of just brushed it off, like maybe I wasn't sure of it myself or something. Or maybe he just thinks it'll be a while before I get a baby and not possibly in a few months. I don't know." Olivia shrugged, why was her life always so complicated? She had no problem helping others with their complications, but when it came to her own life she was stuck.
"It's gonna be pretty awkward if he comes over for a visit and finds you cradling a baby Liv."
"I know." Olivia sighed, "My life is not supposed to be this complicated." Olivia heard Stephen come into the house, and call out for Abby over the phone. "I'll talk to you later Abs. Tell Stephen I said hello."
"I will, bye Liv. Love you."
"Love you too."
"Take it all." Fitz demanded in a growl as the beautiful woman on her knees, swallowed him inch by inch. His thick and erect dick sliding smoothly into her awaiting mouth. His fingers wrapped in her thick locks, her caramel skin glowing with sweat under the moonlight seeping through the curtains.
"You like that?" The girl licked down his long shaft, sucking his balls into her mouth.
"Shut up." Fitz moved her mouth back over his dick, and thrust his hips. He could feel his release coming, "Olivia!" Fitz shouted, just as he was about to release into her awaiting mouth, she snapped up at the wrong name being called.
"Who the fuck is Olivia!" The girl shouted, angrily standing to her feet, pulling the top of her dress up as she went. "Are you fucking someone else you bastard!"
"The fuck do you care huh? I picked you up in a bar, we are not in a relationship."
"Fuck you you pig."
"Pig? It took me two minutes to convince you to come home with me and I'm the pig. Maybe you shouldn't be so loose next time." Fitz stood up from his couch.
"Just take me home, you bitch."
"Call a cab tramp."
"Asshole!" The girl picked up her heels and purse and stomped to the door. "Fuck you!"
"I already tried, it wasn't that great!" Fitz yelled before she slammed his apartment door behind her. She couldn't suck dick anyway. Fitz thought to himself. The only reason he took her home in the first place, was because she had an uncanny resemblance to Olivia. And after he and Stephen spent that little bit of time talking about her earlier, he had been missing her. He wished it was Olivia who was bent down on her knees, giving him pleasure. He knew why he didn't enjoy the girl was because he wished it was Olivia. Because the entire time she was on her knees, he was thinking about Olivia. The way she felt, the way she smelt, how it felt every time he slid in and out her mouth. How she moaned on his penis, making his toes curl. The look in her eye, as she sucked him deeper into her mouth. Goddamn he missed his woman.
Since he didn't get a chance to cum earlier and his dick was still painfully hard, Fitz made the short walk over to his room. He opened his bedside drawer and pulled out the silver framed picture he kept in there. It was of him and Olivia on their honeymoon. They were on the beach, enjoying the sun. Olivia was sitting between Fitz's open legs on the sand. They had stopped a couple passing by and asked if they could take their picture. Fitz had his face in Olivia's neck with a content smile on his lips and Olivia had a laughing smile to the camera. Fitz had never seen her so happy. So beautiful. It was one of his favorite pictures of them, which is why he made sure to take it when he moved out of him home.
Fitz stroked his penis, knowing it wouldn't be long before he released thinking about his wife. Ex-wife.
"Oh!" Olivia pumped her fingers faster and faster, pinching and pulling at her hard nipples. She hadn't planned on this when she made herself a bubble bath, but once she sunk down in the hot water all she could think about was her bubble bath with Fitz on their wedding night. Next thing she knew, she was screaming his name as she rubbed her clit.
"Oh shit." Olivia gripped the side of the tub, her knuckles turning white. Her fingers felt so good, as she imagined they were Fitz's. She imagined how his thick fingers stretched her in the most delicious way. How he would suck her clit in his mouth so hard. The pain and pleasure she got from it always had her raising off the bed. How he would still be pumping his finger even after she had cum, making her cum a second and third time all in one sitting. "Fuck. Fitz!" Olivia withdrew her fingers and her arm dropped lazily into the water with a splash. "Shit." She whispered.
She was dreading seeing him tomorrow. She had avoided him all this time, because she didn't know what she would do or say to him whenever she saw him again. She really didn't want to go tomorrow, but Abby was her best friend and she was maid of honor. She couldn't not go.
"I hate you Fitz."
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P.S The first chapter to the Unconventional Love sequel will be what I post next. So be on the lookout for Unconditional Love chapter one.
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